Awakening

Who I am is magnified,
split hairs cut so fine, deceitful imagination of opposition.
And still I am,
as her, obscurity.
a 6th Street walker adulterating meaningful seekers.

A night she hadn’t seen in over half a decade. Muggy, still September in Texas. This sleeping beauty woke from restless slumber not by kiss from Prince Charming- if one could even imagine the audacity: such an act outside of fairy tales! No handsome lips against supple flesh, and yet… she had only ever imagined this as her happily ever after.